david r. freeman. (__freeman) wrote in hou_ren, @ 2011-09-26 19:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !incomplete, character: david freeman, character: dohna huang, location: wong's every theme, player: erin, player: m |
Who: David Freeman & Dohna Huang
What: First date!
When: September 24, 8:28 PM
Where: Courtyard, then Wong's
Rating: E!
He checked. Wong's seemed like a nice place. ...Plus, a commenter for his one and only journal post had verified his own thoughts; fun. Interesting. And since he already knew Dohna didn't work there, it ought to be a hit. Mostly, he was looking forward to a relaxed atmosphere. That, and he would be perfectly acceptable wearing jeans. He liked jeans. They made up more than three-quarters of his highly limited wardrobe. Jeans, and... because this was a date, and therefore a special occasion, as fine a shirt he owned. Which meant a simple, light blue button-up that of course both lacked a tie. Don't try and imagine him in a tie, he'd decided long ago that would very, very likely never happen.
There wasn't much to prepare. After a shower, he shaved so that his jaw was smooth enough for once, and since he wasn't the cologne sort of guy, the fact that his soap was scented ought to be enough. Since his hair was cropped so short, there wasn't much to do save for rubbing it dry with a towel and smoothing it with his hands. But this wasn't to say David was a slob. He always did manage to look nice, if only natural and--though he wouldn't say the word himself--rugged.
And while he wasn't a very organized person, he could at least pride himself on being punctual. In the courtyard, the cherry tree lacked a woman beneath it. Which was almost a relief. No, he didn't hope she wouldn't show... but at least he was first to arrive. He wasn't exactly sure why that mattered to him. He leaned against the trunk of it without actually applying his full weight, and found himself at a loss. Should he have brought flowers? That seemed... cliche. Since when did he care about cliche? It might seem forced. Yeah, that was the better word. But to stand here with empty hands somehow felt wrong, too. To remedy this, he shoved them into his pockets. Out of sight, out of mind.